Morgana dragged her feet through the deserted streets of Bryork. The post office had been a bust. They didn't have her package either.

She checked her phone once more.

Your package has been delivered at 666 Dahlia Street, 6500 Bryork.

She opened the attached shipping mail and stared at the picture of the pastel tarot deck with bat drawings she had ordered. She muttered. "Where are you?"

Morgana looked up, placed her hands on her hips and stared at her home.
The few plants in front of it were too small to hide a package behind and nothing laid under the miniature dome over her front door. "Where could you be?!"

Morgana sighed and drooped inside.

*

Sophocles still laid on his pillow. He pricked his ears. "How did it go?"

"They didn't have it either."

Sophocles knitted his brow. "Your package? I was talking about the delivery of the Seitana stench bomb."

"Oh, that. The clergy barely wanted to touch it and ordered her trainee to immediately drop it off at the supermarket."

Sophocles laughed. "Talking about a special delivery. Suits them right to not believe you on your word."

When Morgana didn't laugh with him, Sophocles got up. He emitted a high pitched sound, waited a moment and then flew to Morgana.

She stuck out her finger for him to hang on.

Sophocles nudged her hand. "What's on your mind?"

Morgana moved her head in a wide circle and dropped herself on her bed. "I want my tarot deck."

Sophocles face-palmed. "If that's all that's wrong, then why don't you check your doorbell camera? For all we know they might have dropped it at the neighbours' house when we were" - Sophocles' face turned sour - "... out."

Morgana jumped up. "That's a great idea!" She kissed his little head. "You're the best, Sophocles."

Sophocles rubbed his face and bat ears. "Of course I'm the best, but next time no loud smooching noises. I still need my ears."

Sophocles flew to his pillow to snooze in the warm afternoon sun and Morgana grabbed her phone to check the doorbell app.

She bit on her pastel hair as she anxiously watched the footage of that morning.

Her plants swayed to a soft breeze. She saw her neighbour leave for work and being waved out by their wife. The moment they had moved out of sight, their wife crossed the street straight to Morgana's house.
She cupped her hands around her eyes and stared through Morgana's glass stained front door.

Morgana pulled her lips back in a yikes.

After a few minutes, the wife left and chatted with another neighbour, vigorously gesturing at Morgana's house.
The other neighbour left and the wife went back to her own house.
More neighbours walked passed Morgana's house on their way to work, school or parents.
Around 10 in the morning, the traffic had subdued and the animals came out. A finch flew in front of the doorbell, tried to land on the door and then dissappeared into the miniature dome.

Morgana's heart melted. "I should get that little one some food."

A few minutes later, all the animals scurried away as a trench coated figure with a hat clumsily walked towards Morgana's house.

Alarmed, Morgana shifted on her bed. She squeezed her eyes, but she couldn't make out any features.
The trench coat covered the person's body and the hat hid their face. Their movements were erratic and their hands disproportionate to the rest of their body.

The figure stood still in front of Morgana's door and way to close to it for her comfort.
Their hand reached out to her door knob and some wacky movements later, the door knob turned and the figure stumbled into Morgana's house.

Morgana's eyes widened. She frantically fast forwarded the feed, but all she saw were the animals playing around, she going to the post office, her neighbours heading home and she returning as well.

They're still here.

Morgana jumped up and rushed to Sophocles. "Sophocles," she whispered. "Sophocles, wake up!"

Still half asleep, Sophocles tilted his head. "What's the matter now?"

"There's an intruder in the house!"

"As in now?"

"Yes, now. Can you find them?"

Sophocles yawned. He turned to lay on his back. He scratched his tummy. "Let's see."
He got up, sniffed Morgana's finger and held onto it as she gently moved it around.
Sophocles emitted high pitched sound after sound, waited a moment and signed Morgana to turn more to the left or right as they scanned the entire house.

When he was aimed at the kitchen, Sophocles knitted his brow.
He signed Morgana to stand still.
He emitted a high pitched sound several times more, waited for it to bounce back and then looked in the general direction of Morgana.
"You said one intruder, right?"
Sophocles sneered. "There are three."

Morgana's eyes widened. "Three? It's worse than I thought! I only saw one. How did the other two get inside?"

"Probably the same way." Sophocles laughed. "They're plundering your cornflakes. Go have a look."

"My cornflakes?"

Morgana crawled to the kitchen. With her body pressed against the wall, she snuck a look through the kitchen door.

Used pots and pans with chunks of burned eggs filled her sink and floor as leftovers of various other foods were scattered all around the kitchen.
One short, chunky, moss green creature lay unconscious amongst the remnants of carrots, celery, bacon and bread. An egg-like drool streamed down his open mouth and onto the red tile floor.
Another, a bit taller, but similar chonky, moss green creature lay with her head on the table, snoring loudly.
A third, much more round one was slowly munching on big spoons of cornflakes. Milk dripped down their chin and nose as they stared ahead in a daze.

Morgana's hair stood on end as she clenched her fist. She screeched.

Sophocles' tiny hands folded close his big bat ears. Agony crossed his face.

"What in Seitana's name is going on?!"

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